The New Sense

Thursday, April 04, 2002

Lisa came in after my shift and I ended up sitting at the bar with her getting more and more pissed. Dave was in great form. That guy's lived three lives in the space of one. Then Olga showed up, hammered, but more lucid than at 9am. She did her, "I've been everywhere. Everywhere!" then ordered the usual and started grumbling to Freddie, who looked far too lively to have spent the day with her.
I realised by 9.30 that I had to get some real food in my stomach. Lisa suggested we go to the Boca and have a curry. That way lies madness, so of course I said yes. As I write this my stomach is trying to grab the pen out of my hand and write its last will and testament. Fuck, I have to stop doing that in the middle of the week. It's okay for Lisa — she's just gearing up for the weekend night shifts, but I can't hack it, getting into work hungover, like this morning. I think it was a bit foggy out, but it might have been just me. Hope B— doesn't show up and see me like this. It's all I can do to write a few lines.

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